FIFTEEN
By morning, Sativa's horror-filled mind had only one goal: to be the best, most convincing cabin boy she could be until the ship approached shore...and then she would escape as fast as her feet could sprint. She soon learned that the old man who'd helped her the previous night was the ship's cook, and his culinary skills made the food she'd eaten on the Wydra seem like ambrosia.
After this journey was over, she swore, she'd never take fruit or fresh-baked bread for granted again.
The best provisions the pirates had stolen from their victims belonged to the captain's table alone. Sativa thought of the horrible price Nekane had to pay to sup at that table, and shuddered. She could subsist on hardtack, dried fish and endless pickled cabbage for a little while, if it meant not hav
